At first, they couldn't see
Why I didn't like him.
I always knew there was something wrong with him.
Not just because his eyes were blank
Whenever I talked.
It was the way they looked at me
Whenever he talked.
They weren't seeing what he was saying.
The rain; when it falls
Against a sheet of glass,
That sound; it soothes.
Music for my soul.
It still affects me. I like that it does.
Like the fact I still hear beauty.
I can never be with another man;
Too many scars.
Too many questions.
Do you want to know what it's like to die?
It's the same as when love falls silent.
He never stopped talking.
Sometimes, he even talked about normal stuff.
If I hadn't made myself so clear
About not wanting him near me at the diner;
Just served him like a regular customer...
Then maybe these words would not exist.
I mean, lots of costumers asked for me.
Lots of normal customers.
He saw them and became offended
When I refused him.
More than offended.
That was when he really
Began taking an interest in me.
He knew exactly how to steal me.
‘Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space.’
~Bergman, Legrand
